"You are a Black Fire Cultist," Hipamila smiled slightly: "Do you know the origin of the Black Fire Cultists?"
The young man was stunned.
Pandora's box was opened, wars and plagues, monsters and disasters followed one after another. This is how the so-called era of civilizational disasters came about.
It was the most glorious era of the Earth Temple. The daughters of Gaia and the Miner people guarded this civilized and orderly world. At that time, Hipamilla knew that there had been such a group of people who had lost their lives due to the invasion of monsters.
He lost his family and relatives, swore revenge, took the black flame as his mark, and was the enemy of monsters for life.
Together with the Temple and the Legion, they are called the three swords of civilization.
But as time goes by, all sharp swords decay.
She winked at the big man, who immediately rushed up to the girl with raised thick eyebrows and ran away. Everyone finally started to turn around, and the young man in black robe stayed for a long time before hesitantly followed her.
He thought for a long time before tearing off the brooch representing the secret society from his robe and throwing it into the ruins aside.
Behind everyone, dozens of tentacles finally caught up with Hipamira and pressed towards her together.
"Miss Priest!" The girl with thick eyebrows couldn't help but exclaimed.
Hipamila's figure disappeared.
Friedrich's tentacles surrounded the priestess in the center. They were intertwined with each other, and there were thousands of faces on them. The changing expressions of these faces emitted lingering whispers, like low sighs in the ears, whispers, and endless chirping.
interest.
Hipamila felt a voice squeeze into her mind. The voice was like hundreds of voices overlapping together. They repeated different intonations and different contents, buzzing and noisy, but they just let
People understand the content.
"They betrayed you."
"The Earth Temple no longer exists."
"I recognize you, little girl."
"You are the priest of the Earth Temple."
"You don't belong to this era..."
Hipamila pursed her lips and stared at this big guy with a frown. She was still a little scared, but she was the shepherdess of Himmelud and shepherded the earth on behalf of the goddess. She had to wait.
The sheep, stand here.
She took a gentle breath and her chest rose and fell slightly. "I know you too. Friedrich, your sweet words can't confuse me." She said loudly.
A low laughter squeezed into her mind.
"Hehehehe."
"But I found some interesting things from these people's thinking..."
"Do you want to see it?"
"Poor, the once glorious temple has now become a vassal of the barbarians."
"Do you know how the Earth Temple perished?"
The noise is confusing and annoying. Thousands of tones overlap, as if there are hundreds of people chattering in your head.
"Those ordinary people don't understand at all..."
"How arrogant you are."
"They only know how to behave like flies and dogs."
"They killed your companions and betrayed your faith..."
"You are out of tune with this world."
Hipamilla was silent.
The last words pierced her heart. The girl's eyes were bright and she opened her mouth slightly, but her heart was filled with softness. She knew in her heart that she was indeed incompatible with this world.
This is not her time.
Himmelud was the king of the mountains. Her pride allowed her to carve her throne on the top of the mountains, where it would be under the howling cold wind all year round.
And her priests are also arrogant. Each shepherdess is the most outstanding and beautiful girl among their peers. Their hearts are pure and flawless. Their will is extremely firm, and their status is extremely respected.
This kind of arrogance is innate, as if they are naturally superior to mortals. They guard mortals just like guarding the goddess's flock.
Because lambs are weak and need their protection.
They are powerful, so they can show mercy.
But that era is finally over
She understood this truth from the moment she was summoned to this world.
This is an era of mortals. Hipamilla silently put away the pride in her heart. She is a smart girl who knows how to protect herself. She has learned to smile politely, as if she is gentle and approachable, just like the girl next door.
She watched the world without saying a word, because she understood that she was incompatible with the world. She only commented in her heart on the backward production technology, outdated weapons, weak strength, and unsteady fighting will of this era. This is what a mortal is like.
era.
Maybe it's tender, but it's too weak. If the goddess was still there, would it be different?
How should such a world fight against dusk?
She felt a little strange, and she didn't understand why Lord Martha and the people of the gods made such arrangements, but on the one hand, she didn't dare to look up historical books about the past.
She knew she was afraid.
Because pride cannot tolerate mistakes.
"They can't even learn to be reverent."
"They only have cheap gratitude..."
"But it will soon disappear and you will be completely forgotten."
"Only worship and reverence can last long."
"Go kill them..."
Friedrich's voice was persuasive.
However, the ruby on the last sheep's head fingernail automatically lit up. The knight's fearlessness comes from the fearless spirit. It eliminates all fear and confusion, is immune to all interference from the spirit and will, shields the soul, and clears the mind.
.
Hipamila suddenly woke up, the confusion in her eyes disappeared, and her eyes became firmer.
"Arrogance will eventually lead to destruction. Nothing lasts forever. The glory of the Earth Temple is just a part of history, and its survival is only a moment to the world itself." She answered.
"Hehehehe."
"Listen to that arrogant tone..."
"Look at this high-ranking priest..."
"Comment on the process of history through ordinary people's eyes."
"How arrogant. It seems that you still don't give up your past status."
Friedrich retorted in a high-pitched voice, like the screeching noise of a file.
Hipamilla looked up at the intertwined tentacles and replied loudly: "Friedrich, you can't confuse me. My character is not my weakness. I have never been ashamed of it because of the pride in my heart."
Not a blind source.”
"Also because I have met many people who are better than me, Friedrich, even in this era."
Friedrich fell silent, and after a while he spoke in a dull voice:
"oh?"
"How could anyone make a Himmeludian priest say such a thing?"
"How puzzling."
"You're lying, little girl."
"Disappointing, abominable. The era of the ancestors is over. A disgusting world is left behind."
Hipamila smiled, and she said with admiration: "That's because you haven't seen him. He can be an enemy of an empire for a promise. He is not strong, but brave and determined, humble and clean.
He has none of the bad habits of nobles, neither frivolous nor arrogant. The ideals and beliefs he carries are so pure, as if they come from the ancient sages. It is no exaggeration to say that I am full of respect for you."
Friedrich's voice was buzzing as he recalled it, and finally it became one: "The reverence of a Himmeludian priest is puzzling..."
"Show me the little thoughts in your heart."
"The seeds of deception will sprout in your mouth."
"You can't lie to yourself, little girl..."
"Tell me, who is that?"
Hipamila smiled and replied: "My lord."
"A mortal?" The voice was full of disdain.
The former breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the terrifying tentacles in front of him with a strange look: "This is the age of mortals. Frederick."
"So what?" Friedrich replied with a deep sense of contempt: "You actually expect a mortal to save you?"
"The lord will not come to save me," Hipamila replied: "He is here to kill you."
Friedrich let out a deafening laugh, and more than a dozen tentacles trembled, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
A mortal, kill him?
Brando sneezed heavily, and he couldn't help but frowned in confusion. Since entering the golden level, it is impossible for natural diseases to affect him. His constitution is hundreds of times that of ordinary people. It is said that
Being like a cow is demeaning.
Could it be that someone is spreading an unnatural plague around here?
He knew that Andesa and Mayad were in the city. Although the latter was dead, who knew there were still a few patriarchs here. Tree shepherds loved to play with these dirty things.
Since Hipamila last contacted him, the spiritual connection was no longer possible. However, he felt that his elemental pool was weakening and realized that the other party might have been caught in a battle.
Who knows if the other party will be a tree shepherd?
Or should I say, they are probably tree shepherds.
His eyes swept from both sides of the burning street. At this time, everything that should be burned in Nancheng District was almost burned. There were only some embers left in the two rows of houses. The unburned bricks and stones still maintained their original structures, but they were
It's hard to say how long they can stand without the support of the wooden structure.
Soon he saw a group of refugees
The group of people walked slower and slower.
The girl with thick eyebrows was the first to stop, and the others also stopped one after another as if they were infected by it.
Everyone was silent. It was said that the best outcome was now. Fortunately, only two or three people were lost. The temple was in front of them. As long as they got there, they would be safe.
But there was no sense of joy in their hearts. It was so dull that no one knew how to speak.
On ordinary days, when their lives are threatened, most people here would rather have everyone stand behind them, as long as they escape.
But at this time, they felt as if their feet were filled with lead, and they couldn't walk one by one.
The little boy didn't understand the silence of the adults, so he kept asking the priest where his sister was. He wanted to turn around and look back several times, but was held back by the big man.
The big man said nothing, he was a knight, but he took off his helmet and threw it far away.
The girl with thick eyebrows held his hand, her heart heavy, but she could not blame anyone, because what was the use of them staying?
"The priest will not die," she murmured: "She said that the lord will come to save her, she was so sure."
"Lord Lord?"
"But how can a priest have a lord?" someone asked.
Everyone quickly thought of the reason. "Sir, she lied to us. She was worried that we would not leave." As soon as this statement came out, everyone immediately fell silent.
There are always a few truly cold-blooded people in this world. Although some people are selfish, they are just survival instincts.
Everyone present only felt that their throats were tight, and their dry eyes seemed to have something extra in them. Some people blinked desperately.
The young man in black robe silently followed everyone at the end.
But for a moment, he felt like he had seen something. When he turned around, he saw that the street was empty. He rubbed his eyes and wondered if he had been thinking too much recently and had hallucinations, but his mind was still full of hallucinations.
It was a mess. He didn't know whether he was thinking about where to go next after leaving the secret meeting, or whether he was thinking about the last words of the priest.
Do you know the origins of the Blackfire Cult?
Of course he knows the origin of the Black Fire Cult. The bishops have repeatedly promoted this as the glorious past history of the secret society. But not many lower-level believers believe this, and many people have various purposes.
Participating in secret organizations, most of which are just to seek shelter, he is one of them.
After hearing more, he may have acquiesced to his identity, but subconsciously, he still did not believe that the Black Fire Cultists had such a glorious origin.
"Are we really fighting to cleanse the world?" Asking himself, the young man felt that there was no answer to this question, but he could feel that the way the priestess looked at him showed no discrimination at all.
Not as full of disgust as those nobles.
He was thinking about these things wildly, and while turning around again, he was shocked to find that everyone present took a step back silently.
So much so that he seemed to suddenly stand in the middle of the crowd.
"What's going on?" The young man was startled.
Then he heard a voice that he never wanted to recall in his dreams, as if it came from the depths of a nightmare.
"Excuse me, everyone, is the priest you are talking about such a lady?"
Such a polite way of asking questions is like the unique tone of a nobleman, but the other person's tone is not scornful or condescending at all, but makes people feel gentle and approachable.
Everyone looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of them in astonishment.
He is a count.
The big man thought.
This man is not a Cruz.
He might be the lord of the priest, but such a thought came to the girl with thick eyebrows.